The Setra Backhouse
CHAPTER 62. IT TURNS OUT MR. WAYAN'S HOUSE

But earlier when there was Ayu and Hera, when I came from going with Putu, Sumadi was able to sit well and laugh while watching the film.

But just now she said the scar hurt when used to sit and talk, even the nurse said not to be forced to sit.

I'm curious about Sumadi's laptop.

Slowly without making a sound at all I took Sumadi's laptop on the front desk of the patient's bed.

As usual I went into Sumadi's email…

Hmm This is an email sent…

Waduuh kok horrified… !

This email was sent fifteen minutes ago, containing a report of his current situation and permission to not be able to conduct further investigations.

And my name is Paino….

I closed Sumadi's laptop with a confused feeling.The sleepiness is gone, what is now is fear. Who wrote this email.

I returned Sumadi's laptop to its original place. Then I sat on the edge of the bed as I watched Sumadi's body still in a state of sleep.

I noticed Sumadi.he was so sick and obviously couldn't possibly take a laptop and then sat down while making an email for loloccicing.

What exactly is going on with Sumadi…..

I saw my watch. The time has shown at 24:10, but I am not yet sleepy, I am still thinking about who Sumadi really is.

Sitting and always paying attention to Sumadi resulted in long drowsiness as well. I broke down my body and I tried to forget about that weird email.

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“Build sir..”

“Breakfast is ready...”

It felt so sleepy, but I had to open my eyes because someone woke me up…..

I know where this is….

A carved bed and in a room that….. Uh I think I know and know this room, like in the back house!

Why am I here, and who brought me here…

Strangely I felt no fear at all, even I did not feel any threat here. What I felt was a comfortable room with cool cool air coming from the ventilation of the upper walls of the room.

A table with glass on my left, and a door to go to the bathroom that is still closed.

I let this situation go, I have to feel the pattern, so I can guess what is going on with me.

Suddenly the door of the room opened.A middle-aged woman wearing daily clothes here appeared in the doorway.

“Good morning sir Paino…. Breakfast is ready“

She just left, saying breakfast was ready.

I was still sitting cross-legged on the bedroom bed, it felt so lazy to get out of bed, after all I should be able to feel what was going on with me first.

But strangely, from this room I could hear the sound of people talking outside the room, like there were some people laughing with a joke.

“NOOOOO PAINOOOO.. LET'S WAKE UP....”shout the voice I know as Sumadi.

“Eh Yes In.. I woke”

This is not true..!

I was dreaming….!

I got off the bed…

Hhmmm this floor is as hard as when I came here with Sumadi.There is nothing strange about the floor of this house.

I opened the door wider.the atmosphere of the living room is visible from where I stand.

“No...What time is it, good luck with your sleep?” asked Sumadi who was talking to the woman who woke me up earlier

“Hehehe soundly In, uh who are you in?”

“This mbok Mang...he's the one who takes care of this house, you forget or how the hell No”.

“Let's pack Paino and Mr. Sumadi, breakfast is ready at the dinner table, there is bread and halal bali cuisine..”.

Women who are called as mbok Mang by Sumadi are beautiful middle-aged women typical of this area with long hair that is curled and clothes like kebaya but somewhat different anyway. There were a few grains of rice on top of his nose between his eyes.

The faint smell of incense wafted from the living room, a very familiar smell and made me feel calm and comfortable.

Sumadi had gone to the living room, I was still in the living room, I kept paying attention to everything that was here, I don't want to miss something that might be a sign when I'm going to be here again.

I pay more attention to the details of this living room, then from here I can see the situation outside the living room window.

I'm not in the back house!

From the smell of incense, to the outside of the house that is visible from behind the living room window, this is not a back house!

“Wah pak Paino is up yes.. let's have breakfast first, after breakfast we chat in bale dauh as usual”.

I was shocked when Mr. Wayan was suddenly next to me.

“Iya pak Wayan's.. Means now I'm at Wayan sir's house?”

“Why is this room the same as the one in the back house?”

“Hehehe pak Paino will know for himself where now pack this Paino, let's now just eat it, just a simple breakfast kok”

“Iya for a moment sir, I want to see the one outside this first”

I walked out of the room to the outside of the house, and it turned out that I was in the back house,  and the location of the back house so this is at the end of the yard right next to the place of prayer in the neighborhood of Mr. Wayan's house.

So all this time the back house is next to the place of prayer of Mr. Wayan's house. Facing the courtyard of Wayan sir's house where Sumadi and I once sat in one of the bale there.

When I was looking out of the doorway, Mr. Wayan came to me…

“Well this is the house you came to, and next to this is the rampant family, where my ancestors were. Up ahead there is my house and bale dauh where I received you guys a few days ago”

“Means the home of Mr Wayan this is such a pack?”

“Betul, my home is such, about a hundred years ago I have lived here”

“Now you know why I am angry with the owner of the house and the occupants of the house right?”

“Iya sir, I can understand and I can feel what you feel…. “

“Good then, now let's have breakfast..”.

“Eh sir Wayan, uh me and Sumadi are in the back house so far but this is invisible?”

“Iya.. why,.... confused yes?”

“Iya pak Wayan.

“Have not been confused, I also can not explain what happened, because it is very complicated and waste time just”

“Just now Pak Paino enjoy what is here and we have breakfast, it's mbok Mang has prepared breakfast from earlier”